FIFTY-FIVE

Fivefold ten and five
Fifty-five and still alive
I like to leave as I arrive
Enigma whence I could derive. . .

Five decades and one-half more
I ponder lives I've lived before
How I wonder what might be in store
Every day is thrills galore. . .

Five's a number of its own
Pentavalent is how its known
Reap a harvest, money sown
Whens dies of five and five are thrown. . .

Birthday poem 3-8-1991